The Werewolf Special Forces 'camp was covered in frost pillars, and the ground was white. The members of the Werewolf Special Forces did not stop training because of the bad weather.
The camp of the Werewolf Special Forces looked quiet, but in fact, there was a Werewolf Special Forces soldier hidden under every piece of ice and snow. They held their breaths and stood there quietly, having already fused with heaven and earth.
There were eye-catching slogans written all over the walls of the Werewolf Special Forces.
Serious and lively, always ready
Unity and help each other, courage to kill the enemy
Facing a strong enemy, we are not afraid of sacrifice.
The slogan on the wall was the best reflection of life for them.
Suddenly, the sirens of the Werewolf Special Forces blared, and the solemn and loud voice of the Wolf King came from the broadcast. "Wolves in the wolf den, your days of eating meat have come again.”
Wolf King was the codename of the highest instructor of the Werewolf Special Forces. He was also the organizer of this place. He was in his thirties and had a burly figure and a tanned face. If he stood in front of you, he would always make people feel depressed and suffocated. He had a powerful aura. She didn't know his name or where he came from.
However, everyone was sure that he was a soldier because he always wore a clean and fading green military uniform. He did not smile and did not have a military rank, but he always had a bloody whip in his hand. This was not the blood of the enemy, but the blood he had drawn from the special forces in the wolf den. After a long time, his whip was dyed red.
If he were to come before a special forces soldier, there would only be two outcomes: reward or punishment. The reward was just a compliment from the Wolf King, and the punishment was a beating from the Wolf King's whip. Every soldier in Wolf King's lair loved and hated him at the same time. They hated his ruthlessness and disregard for his family, but they also loved his ruthlessness and disregard for his family. It was precisely because of Wolf King's strictness that every special force soldier here had superb marksmanship and martial arts.
Wolf King was not the only instructor here. There were many martial arts instructors here, including the martial arts masters who had been confirmed to have died in the mortal world, such as Master Hai Deng who had been expelled by Shaolin Temple, Taoist Juechen of Wudang, and the Tang Sect Master of the House of Hidden Weapons. They were the martial arts coaches here, and each of them was a master of their generation. However, in the mortal world, they had long been confirmed dead by the dust flying in the air. No one knew how they had been revived here. Martial arts were taught by Hai Deng and Jue Chen. Hidden weapons, poison detection, and forging support weapons were passed on by the Tang clan's sect master, while tactical spear techniques were passed on by the devil-like Wolf King.
Every soldier here had been trained by them, and each of them was a master who could fight against a hundred people. Although they could not fly on grass like in martial arts novels, they could fly on roofs, walk on walls, and climb cliffs without any problem.
Although it could not be said that his martial arts were peerless, and his internal energy was profound, he could take things from afar. However, to an ordinary person, a single palm could kill him, and a single kick could send him flying.
It sounded like a myth in today's society, but it actually existed in the vast primeval forest of the southwest. It was the Werewolf Special Forces. No one knew their exact location. Even if you used a satellite, you could not find their location. This was the national secret unit-the Werewolf Special Forces.
He was the commander of the highest unit in the country. At the same time, they were responsible for the country's most mysterious mission, which was to eliminate evil and punish criminals. As long as it was a mission that the local armed forces could not complete, it would eventually fall on their shoulders. They were all elite Soldier Kings of their respective troops. They were either Spear Kings or Martial Kings. They had all come here because of the special investigation from the central government.
To those who could come here, it was an honor, not an honor. This was because their identities could never be announced to the public. Even if they died in battle, they would still be nameless heroes.
Perhaps the past was a supreme glory for them. All of them were Spear Kings, Martial Kings, and Weapon Kings. However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare. Everything had to start from scratch. The devilish training was hell for every man-wolf special force soldier, and the Wolf King was the devil king here.
And every soldier here loved to hear the Wolf King's shouts, especially this kind of shouting.
"Wolves, your days of eating meat have come again.”
Hearing such a voice meant that someone was going to die. Of course, the ones who died were the enemies. Those who died were those who dared to oppose the country, defy their superiors, and harm my great mansion.
It meant that it was time to hear bullets flying towards the enemy's head and chest again. The sound of bullets piercing through flesh excited the Werewolf Special Forces, like hungry beasts smelling blood.
Every special forces soldier in the wolf den loved to hear the voice of the Wolf King, because as long as they heard this voice, it meant that the country needed them again. They had the opportunity to learn skills here and show their skills again.
"Kill…"
"Kill…"
As soon as the Wolf King's voice fell, countless special forces soldiers suddenly appeared from the snow-white snow. They stood on the ground and faced the broadcast without moving. They stood on the snow like ice sculptures in winter and shouted at the Wolf King in unison. "Don't be afraid of sacrifice. For the country and the people, we must fight against evil and eliminate evil. If you dare to invade China, you will be executed far and near."
The uniform and loud slogan resounded in the wolf den.
"The motherland will always remember you unknown devotees.”
"For the peace of our motherland, we are willing to sacrifice our lives and even our young and lovely lives.”Therefore, the special forces soldier on the snow promised Wolf King and saluted him at the same time. Then, with a "pa" sound, Xue Di turned around. A five-man combat team immediately rushed to the hangar.
The mission this time was that a foreign drug trafficking group had taken hundreds of hostages at a train station near the border in a southwestern province in order to rescue their boss. They wanted to exchange their boss with the government. The time limit was six hours. Once the time was up, the drug cartel would start shooting the hostages.
Zeng Jianfei was one of the members of this mission. This was the 49th mission he had participated in in the Werewolf Special Forces in more than a year. He did not know how many people he had killed, but he knew how much ammunition he had consumed. There were a total of 999 bullets, and each of them became an undead. Everyone who died under his spear deserved to die. Those who weren't wronged were only forced to die because they didn't understand what was going on and were sent to the afterlife by Zeng Wenjian's spear. He was hailed as the third generation Gun King by the Werewolf Special Forces and was also the most likely person to replace the Wolf King in the future.
Here, people had no names, only code names. Zeng Jianfei's codename was Wolf Son. This codename was given to him by Wolf King himself because of his godly marksmanship and calm composure. Moreover, he was young, so the Wolf King gave him the name of Wolf Son. The Wolf King hoped that he would be as ruthless and ferocious as the Wolf King's son, biting the enemy's throat tightly.
Therefore, the werewolf special forces made up a phrase for him, which was:
"The Wolf Child Divine Spear never misses. Wolf Child will definitely die if he attacks with his spear."
This five-man team was the most elite team of the Werewolf Special Forces. Sniper: Wolf God Spear Zeng Feijian, Assistant Sniper: Shan Ying, Assault Nimble Snake, Cover Poison Arrow, Charge Hungry Wolf.
In the tightly sealed cabin, they were all chanting a poem,"
Maybe this battle
I can never come back
But for our country
I'm willing to die on the battlefield
Maybe in the face of bandits
We have no backup
Maybe facing a strong enemy
We have no comrades
But for the sake of our country
We're willing to go alone
To destroy the bandits
Kill the enemy leader
Maybe we'll die in a foreign land
Maybe we'll die in obscurity
Maybe my fall is our graveyard
Maybe my death will still be in the wilderness
But for our new country
And the comrades behind me
I'm willing to sacrifice myself
Leaving behind my most scarlet blood
Red the soil
To point out the enemy's direction for his comrades
Even if I have to sacrifice
To preserve the last drop of blood
Add light to the flag
The loud and magnificent reading echoed in the belly of the cabin, never floating out of the window. Just like how their names and mysterious missions would never be known to the world.
For the confidentiality of the Werewolf Special Forces, no matter which mission it was on, the plane's steering glass was always black, so that people could not see the outside world. It was as if they had covered their eyes.
This was the poem that Flying Eagle wrote on his last expedition, and it eventually became the slogan of every expedition of the Werewolf Special Forces. Every Werewolf Special Forces soldier knew about his heroic deeds in detail. He was the second generation of the Werewolf Special Forces 'gun king. The gun Zeng Wenjian used was the same gun he had used before. It was a sniper rifle from the 1980s. After several generations of touching it, it was now shining on Zeng Jianfei's hand. The light it emitted was like the light in the dark night.
The reason why Zeng Feijian still used the gun used by Flying Eagle in the 1990s was because he had always regarded him as an idol and hoped to become a hero like him, dying for his country. Otherwise, he would definitely pick the most advanced sniper rifle. Not to mention the latest weapons, even if it was the latest weapons being developed, he would use it in actual combat. Even Barrett from abroad was not rare here. The Werewolf Special Forces had the most advanced weapons and communication equipment in the world. It was all thanks to the help of the Prime Minister that the Werewolf Special Forces existed.
Flying Eagle died in a foreign country just like the poem he wrote. Even his body was not found. In order to remember him, the Werewolf Special Forces had built a cenotaph for him in the wolf nest of the Werewolf Special Forces. It was in the back mountain of the Werewolf Special Forces. Every holiday, all the special forces would remember him.
According to the usual practice, the team had to make several turns on the way before they finally reached their destination. This was to ensure the confidentiality of the Werewolf Special Forces and to prevent foreign evil forces from retaliating. He didn't even know where Zeng Feijian was, let alone outsiders. They only knew that it was a vast primitive forest. From afar, it looked like a sea of trees. If there was no sun rising and setting at night, no one would be able to tell the east, west, north, and south in that vast sea of trees.
Moreover, every time the werewolf team went out for a mission, they would be sent back and forth by plane. The windows of the plane were always dark. No one could see the white clouds and stars outside.
The five-man team reversed the helicopter a few times before finally taking the local armed helicopter. The helicopter circled in the air for a while before rushing straight into the clouds and the sky towards the hijacking site.
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